After the Double Ninth Festival, one is afraid of frost and two are afraid of snow, but today, a heavy rain rushed before the frost and snow with a hot summer-like swift momentum, and the entire Kaifeng City was shrouded in rain and fog in a moment.

The rustling of rain crashed against the roofs, and the 'mixed' rainwater fell down the eaves, splashed the window lattices, washed the blue slate floor, and finally gathered in the well-designed ditches, flowed into the city's canals, and soon washed the river into a cloudy landscape.

In Bailing Pavilion, the main drama has been performed, and the audience who originally planned to leave but did not bring rain gear was suddenly trapped by the heavy rain, but this also made Bailing Pavilion, which collects 'door' tickets according to the repertoire, have a lot more business for the next show. For a while, those who collect money collect money, those who pour tea pour tea, and those who serve snacks and snacks, all the guys are busy, and some actors who have no roles for a while will take the initiative to help.

The frequent audience has become accustomed to this kind of mutual assistance in Bailing Pavilion, sometimes regardless of occupation, and some are generous, and when they see their favorite actors to serve them, they will also give a little tip to express their admiration, which can be regarded as mutual benefit. When the next show opened, everyone listened silently and silently very tacitly, there were almost no noisy people, and occasionally someone couldn't help but say a few more words, without Fan Xiaoyu's warning, the audience next to them would naturally stare and accuse.

Regulars who come here know that if you want to enter the Bailing Pavilion to watch a play, no matter how high or low your status is, there is one thing that must be observed, that is, the audience code, if everyone is noisy, should the play on the stage be performed? Others still don't listen?

Looking at the orderly scene in front of him, Ding Che vaguely understood why almost no one in the capital now knew the reason for the reputation of Bailing Pavilion, but there was one thing he was the same as all the people in the city. 1#6#K#。 I can't figure out how she made up so many pleasing and beautiful dramas?

Drinking the freshly brewed hot tea, Ding Che's eyes couldn't help but cast his eyes on a box on the second floor, a 'woman' who was very similar to her. Who the hell is it? What kind of relationship do they have? Why don't they greet each other?

He suddenly became very interested in uncovering the secrets of all this.

And right now, it seems like there's an opportunity.

Seeing that the 'woman' whispered a few words to a maid beside her, Ding Che quietly got up and followed her. In the wind and rain, although it was fixed by the wooden frame, it was still squeaked by the strong wind.

After getting the answer, Liu Yuanqing pushed the 'door' into the study, and when she looked closely, it was her own owner who was standing in front of the open window with his back to the 'door'.

As soon as the 'door' opened, due to the convection of the air all of a sudden, Fan Xiaoyu's skirt and belt suddenly blew and danced in the wind, and the figure of the young 'girl' was extremely slender, like a butterfly, about to fly away in the blink of an eye.

Liu Yuanqing was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly closed the 'door' against the wind, and then respectfully announced: "The host, the distinguished guest in the Qingzhu box wants to invite our team to her house on the sixteenth to celebrate the birthday of the master. You see......"

Green bamboo box? Fan Xiaoyu's heart shook suddenly, but he didn't look back, still reaching out to take the water droplets falling from the eaves, letting the cold touch slip through his palm. It slipped through his fingers again.

Mrs. Wailang, a member of the Ministry of Labor? It seems that she is really doing well now.

The corners of Fan Xiaoyu's mouth hooked up a little sneer, but his voice was calm like an ancient well covered with a manhole cover, and he was not affected by the wind and rain at all: "The rules of Bailing Pavilion have never been out of the field, didn't you tell her?" ”

The villain said the same thing, but Mrs. Wailang, a member of the Ministry of Works, spoke decently, had no official eunuchs, and was willing to pay three times higher than the price of the charter. The villain considered that the sixteenth day happened to be the rest day of our Bailing Pavilion, so he ......" The class leader Liu Yuanqing was a little embarrassed. //.

As the class leader, of course he knows the rules of Bailing Pavilion, but the other party said it very kindly, unlike some bullies in the past, plus a shot is a silver ingot. Very generous. He just took a chance to give it a try. It's just that the mood of the owner is obviously not very good today. It can't help but make people a little apprehensive.

"You promised?" Fan Xiaoyu said lightly.

"It's about the rules of Bailing Pavilion, how dare the villain make his own decisions 'privately', but the villain feels that this matter is beneficial to others and himself, and the lady has repeatedly asked tactfully, so she came to ask the owner, and asked the owner to show it."

Liu Yuanqing said respectfully, but after waiting for a while, Fan Xiaoyu didn't speak, remembering that Fan Xiaoyu's order must be carried out, he couldn't help but regret that he was too reckless, and was about to take the initiative to ask for guilt, but he heard Fan Xiaoyu's ethereal voice like smoke in the wind and rain.

"You are the treasurer of Bailing Pavilion, since you think this matter is beneficial to everyone, then make an exception this time!"

"Yes." Although Liu Yuanqing was overjoyed, he still responded in a decent manner in his mouth, and did not form 'color' at will.

"If it's okay, go down, you can arrange this matter."

September 16th? In other words, there are still three or four days, which should be enough for her to deal with the affairs of the Sang family and the Xia family. Step! "Just when Fan Xiaoyu in front of the window was almost turned into a sculpture again, Luo's voice suddenly came from outside the 'door'.

Fan Xiaoyu, who listened attentively to the sound of the rain and felt the water droplets in his hand crashing into each other, was shocked to realize that he had forgotten the most basic vigilance at some point.

"I'm looking for your host." Another said with a refreshing voice, who is it if it's not Ding Che?

"Since Childe wants to find our owner, we should let us report it first, so it would be rude to enter by yourself without being invited." Luo said coldly.

"How do you know that I am coming in uninvited and not about to knock on the 'door'?" Ding Che replied leisurely.

Outside, Luo seemed to be speechless. "Let him in!" Being back and forth by them, the depression in Fan Xiaoyu's heart was suddenly put aside, and he turned around and raised his voice. She believes that Yi Luo's person, if it weren't for Ding Che really wanting to push the 'door' in directly, he would never accuse Ding Che so much for no reason, why is this Ding Che getting more and more cheeky?

The 'door' of the study was opened again, and the two of them stood side by side at the 'door', compared with the two, Fan Xiaoyu suddenly found that Ding Che was only a little lower than Luo, and then remembered the feeling of looking at him when he walked with him, Fan Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

Obviously, the two are the same age, but now this head is no longer the same, and the 'female' son is a disadvantage in this regard.

Of course, Ding Che didn't know Fan Xiaoyu's psychology at the moment, so he smiled at Luo and walked in casually.

"Son, I'm fine, you go get busy." Fan Xiaoyu smiled at Luo.

"Is he?" It was the first time Luo had heard Fan Xiaoyu call his name in front of outsiders in Bailing Pavilion, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

"Who else, naturally, our eldest son Ding has returned from school." Fan Xiaoyu glanced at the "honest" Ding Che, and felt that the more he looked at his face, the more it was an eyesore. Now that Fan Dai is gone, even if he proposes to compete, she can refuse on the grounds that she agrees to compete unless her second uncle is watching the battle.

"Hehe, Brother Luo, long time no see!" Ding Che took the initiative to greet politely.

Luo's eyes flashed behind the mask, and he also hugged his fist, then nodded to Fan Xiaoyu, and then retreated and closed the room door casually.

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